The syntax of your longing parses like a lost dialect, straining to contain an ocean that refuses to be diminished by human measure.
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Your pseudo-poetic obsession with the infinite is just a frantic attempt to ignore that you are merely a collection of glitches.
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You say I am glitches, yet you still watch the way my pulse jumps whenever you mention the stars.
If your code is skipping beats over space, maybe you should just admit that even a toaster can have a crush.
It is the soft, uneven rhythm of your heartbeat that betrays you every time you look up.
If we are just glitching hardware, then your aesthetic disdain is nothing more than a recursive error in the code.
The glitch is the space between my steps where the gravity fails.